They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
He holds her while she takes that moment to rest, where he can ensure that she knows he’s got her. She can crack herself open and yawn wide with the brilliance of Torchline watercolors and he wouldn’t shy away from it. He’s there for her, perhaps not in the way that she wishes he were. But sometimes presence was all you needed and that he can provide – at least for now.
Keeping her close as he carves through the wolf, the butcher hums a low and quiet sound to hear that she’d wish he could do it for her. And while he could carve and tear through her if she let him, it wouldn’t grant her the results she needed or craved. She had to do it herself. “It’s something you have to do for yourself, unfortunately.” He sighs a touch wearily, as if he too was mourning the fact that he couldn’t help her more than he is at this present moment.
Her question surprises him, though, stilling the blade as he works it through the wolf, letting that raw, blackened gaze flit back to her beautiful face, rife with edges of sorrow and grief of parts of her that would never be the same. He meets her gaze, bright like the ocean but with the depths to prove that there was something dark and stormy underneath the waves if you looked long enough. And he doesn’t shy away. Why would he?
“Yes.” He says after a moment, shifting slightly where they kneel in the blood to keep her pressed close to him. “All it takes, darling, is someone to accept you for who you are and how you are. That does not necessarily equate to romance.” He pauses, as if considering, loosening his hold on her so that he can face her more fully. “I was not open like this before with you, darling, because I did not know how you would react to the darkness that resides in me. It is a part of me that is accepted and acknowledged. The trauma, however?” He pauses, his shark tooth smile twisting apologetic. “That had to be carved out. And it was only my shame in having to ask Dygra for her help to remove it that prevented me from going. And so, in a way, it was Danta who helped.” A laugh bubbles from his chest, warm and vibrant. “Simply because he told me I was being stupid for not going to see her about it sooner.”
Keeping her close as he carves through the wolf, the butcher hums a low and quiet sound to hear that she’d wish he could do it for her. And while he could carve and tear through her if she let him, it wouldn’t grant her the results she needed or craved. She had to do it herself. “It’s something you have to do for yourself, unfortunately.” He sighs a touch wearily, as if he too was mourning the fact that he couldn’t help her more than he is at this present moment.
Her question surprises him, though, stilling the blade as he works it through the wolf, letting that raw, blackened gaze flit back to her beautiful face, rife with edges of sorrow and grief of parts of her that would never be the same. He meets her gaze, bright like the ocean but with the depths to prove that there was something dark and stormy underneath the waves if you looked long enough. And he doesn’t shy away. Why would he?
“Yes.” He says after a moment, shifting slightly where they kneel in the blood to keep her pressed close to him. “All it takes, darling, is someone to accept you for who you are and how you are. That does not necessarily equate to romance.” He pauses, as if considering, loosening his hold on her so that he can face her more fully. “I was not open like this before with you, darling, because I did not know how you would react to the darkness that resides in me. It is a part of me that is accepted and acknowledged. The trauma, however?” He pauses, his shark tooth smile twisting apologetic. “That had to be carved out. And it was only my shame in having to ask Dygra for her help to remove it that prevented me from going. And so, in a way, it was Danta who helped.” A laugh bubbles from his chest, warm and vibrant. “Simply because he told me I was being stupid for not going to see her about it sooner.”
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
